I used to be copper
shined
lucky
with value
people placed their dreams in me
"Of course you can get it...
just save your pennies"
there were stores
where i was the currency of choice
excited children
trading shiny copper for candy
Now
I am more zinc
not enough copper to count
place flame under me
I do not glow blue
Do not give off beautiful hue
I just melt away inside...
my shell
crumpled
broken
No one saves me but collectors and couch cushions
left laying on the street
i think my luck is running out.
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